Then I went to a small private university in Michigan where only a handful of kids were from the midwest, let alone Indiana, and suddenly I didn't feel so cool. There were strange looking kids from the east and west coasts and from what seemed like every country under the sun. But I was the one who stuck out.
By the third year into my major I was in good with most everyone. I blended well, still conducting myself like the Godfather, but a little more hip. Then my friend Leo, who was a strange fellow with long hair from Brazil realized that one song's lyrics could be a lot of fun if you just traded loser for "Hoosier"
Dang it!
Leo was a big fan of Beck (remember them?) and had their Mellow Gold album which had the song "Loser" on it and he would play it over and over again. I didn't understand most of the lyrics, even as I look back and read them, but everyone in the studio had great fun singing....
Soy un perdedor
I'm a Hoosier baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a Hoosier baby, so why don't you kill me?
Three years of work trying to be cool-down the drain. Funny thing is, I still find myself singing it often. And if you know the song, it will be stuck in your head too.
How about your Hoosier experience?
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